speechless, speak less, listen. think motherfucker. listen motherfucker. when the ink runs dry. simple to nothing. the silk sheets of thick white weaved their way through the dark brown called black and wrapped the spaces with their smooth and smoothed the black and soothed the soot. their cups are still thirsty. pretend-to-be’s elicit that something that feels like the nothing. the nothing that makes one feel like something. and then nothing.